Plague
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 Michael Grant

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Out through the front door.
“Done,” Astrid said, standing for a moment atop the stone steps. “Done.”
She walked off into the falling night.
Chapter Thirty-Four
2 HOURS, 51 MINUTES
“YOU’RE GOING? ” DIANA asked.
“Of course,” Caine said. “We’re going. We’re even going to bring Penny. She’ll come in handy. Maybe Lana can fix her legs. And then she’ll be very useful at controlling people.”
Caine started whistling happily as he stuffed clothing into a Dolce & Gabbana bag.
“You should grab some clothes,” Caine said. “It might be a while before we get back here.”
“I’m not going,” Diana said.
Caine stopped. He smiled at her. Then his eyes went dead and she felt herself pushed by an invisible hand, shoved toward the closet.
“I said pack,” Caine said.
“No.”
“Don’t make me do something we’ll both regret,” he warned. Then in a more reasonable tone, “I thought you loved me. What’s all this about?”
“You’re a despicable person, Caine.”
Caine laughed. “And now you’re shocked. Right.”
“I hoped—”
“What?” he snapped. “Hoped what, Diana? Hoped you’d keep me happy? Hoped you’d tame me?”
“I thought maybe you were finally growing up a little,” Diana said.
Caine made a negligent, come here gesture with his hand. Diana was propelled toward him. She tripped but did not fall. He held her immobile with powers she could not resist and kissed her.
“I have what I wanted from you, Diana. And it’s great. I mean that. I got you to give it up willingly. I could have forced you whenever I wanted, but I didn’t, did I?”
She did not answer.
“But if you think,” he went on, “that you’ve gotten some kind of control over me, well, guess again. See, I’m Caine. I’m the four bar. I’m the one running things. And I’m happy to have you be a part of that. You can go on teasing me and making fun of me: I’m not sensitive. I like having one person who can stand up to me and tell me what she thinks. A good leader needs that.” He leaned so close she could feel his breath on her ear as he whispered. “Just remember: I’m Caine. And people who fight me regret it. Now pack up. Make sure you bring that little lacy black thing. I like you in that. Bug. Go tell Penny we’re leaving.”
Bug faded into view. He’d seen and heard it all. From behind Caine’s back he gave Diana the finger.
• • •
“We’re going to figure something out, Dekka,” Sam said.
She sat perfectly still in the back of the boat. Sam sat beside her. Toto had been banished to the bow—Sam didn’t want him pointing out every soothing lie.
“I’m not scared,” Dekka said. “I mean, look, I don’t know if any of us are ever getting out of the FAYZ alive.”
Sam didn’t know what to say, so he just nodded.
“I mean, you think about all the kids,” Dekka said. “Bette. The twins. Duck, poor old Duck. Harry. E.Z. Hunter.” After a pause, “Mary.”
“Lots of others,” Sam said.
“Yeah. We should remember all their names, shouldn’t we?”
“I try to. So if this ever does end, and I ever get out, I can talk to all their parents and say, ‘This is how it happened. This is how your kid died.’”
“I know you worry about that.” Dekka put a comforting hand on his. He took her hand and held it in both of his.
“A little bit, yeah. I see, like, a trial, kind of. Old dudes and old ladies all looking harsh and asking me to justify . . . You know: what did you do to save E.Z., Mr. Temple?” He shook his head. “In my imagination they always call me Mr. Temple.”
“What did you do, Mr. Temple, to save Dekka Talent?” she said.
“That’s your last name? I didn’t think you had a last name. I thought you were like Iman or Madonna or Beyoncé. You just needed the one name.”
“Yeah, me and Beyoncé,” Dekka said with a wry laugh.
They sat silent together for a while.
“Sam, we don’t know how well those things see in the dark.”
He nodded. “I’ve been wondering. I have a plan. It’s fairly crazy.”
“Wouldn’t be any fun if it wasn’t crazy.”
“You can swim, right?”
“No, because black folk can’t swim,” Dekka said, sounding like the old Dekka. “Of course I can swim.”
He called to Jack and Toto, asking them to join him. “Can both of you swim?”
They both nodded apprehensively. “But it’s dark,” Jack said.
“The water doesn’t get any deeper at night,” Sam said.
“Who knows what’s in the water?” Jack argued.
“Trout and bass,” Sam said. “They don’t eat people.”
“Yeah, and snakes don’t fly and coyotes don’t talk,” Jack shot back.
“Fair enough,” Sam said. “But I think we’d better take our chances. Here’s what I’m thinking: you all go quietly into the water. I’ll get the boat started, then I’ll lash the wheel down and jump. If it works, Drake and his buggy friends will hear the boat and chase it. We’ll go ashore and run like crazy.”